Not An Inch to the West, Not An Inch to the East!

Date: 7/27/2008  

Psalm 146   John 14.1-6   

Series: Oh, The Faiths You Can Think! The Theology of Dr. Seuss

Delivered by: Dr. William M. Smutz

Just about this time of July two years ago, I made a trip from Kansas City to St. Louis , taking my youngest son, Jacob, to summer camp.  Our trip occurred a couple of days after a massive thunder storm had ripped through the St. Louis area, and knocked out power for hundreds of thousands of people.  If memory serves me correctly, many folks didn’t get the lights back on for over a week!                                                         

I was amazed at how much longer it took to get around town, because most of the traffic lights were out of service.  By and large, drivers were very polite toward each other; stopping and waiting their turn; often inviting others to proceed through an intersection ahead of them.  There was a sense that since everyone was in this mess together, they might as well help each other out.  Every now and then, unfortunately, there were drivers who were not so patient or polite; who tried to push their way through an intersection without waiting their turn.  We’ve all seen drivers like this – the ones who move down the road with an irritating sense of entitlement – acting like everyone else had best get out of the way!

As you might expect, the reaction to these drivers was not pleasant.  The strain of living without electricity in the heat and humidity of St. Louis in July, quickly overrode any spirit of cooperation, turning polite drivers into angry, yelling, horn-honking, rude-gesturing, you-won’t-get-by-me drivers.

Intersections that had been flowing smoothly even without working lights, quickly melted down into gridlock, with everyone going nowhere!  It felt as if we had all become Zax’s, and fallen into Dr. Seuss’s story!                                   

Like any good story, the Zax offers us multiple entry points, and multiple levels of meaning.  Whatever we bring to a story like this – our mood, our age, our life experiences, our hopes and dreams…. Whatever we bring to a story like The Zax, there is a place for us to plug into the story; there is meaning based on what we are ready and able and willing to hear.                                  

Written in the early 1960’s, I believe The Zax is at one level a commentary on the Cold War – how the United States and the Soviet Union were locked in a staring match while the world moved around them.  But it is also the story of my grade school playground, where we boys regularly stood our ground over the silliest of things….. And were usually rewarded for our stubbornness with a trip to the principal’s office, while our friends got to stay outside and play.

The Zax speaks about situations today as well – the standoffs between social conservatives and social progressives; between republicans and democrats; between religious folks who come from different places on the theological spectrum….. And closer still, The Zax reminds us of those places in our homes, and marriages, and work places, and church, and relationships where we are stuck…… Stuck in confrontation; stuck in uncertainty; stuck in fear; stuck in self absorption; stuck in self loathing…. Stuck not knowing the way to go.

The final picture of the story speaks volumes – the two Zax, standing resolutely in place; having been paralyzed by stubbornness for years, while the world has passed them by.  They have been there so long that they don’t know what to do; they don’t know how to get beyond their stuckness….. Their unwillingness to see or think or act differently has cost them joy and life and future!                                               

It seems to me that all too often in our daily journeys, we approach each other more like north and south going Zax’s than anything else….. More interested in what we are doing and where we have to be….. More interested in ourselves, than in those we encounter along the way.

When we get like this – so into ourselves; so into our sense of privilege; so into the absolute rightness of our beliefs and attitudes and causes…. When we get like this, we usually just make a mess of things.                                                               

I think this self-centeredness happens because we have lost our way……

Because we have forgotten the love in which God made us…. And forgotten our calling as disciples of Jesus to share this love.                                                        

In our Gospel lesson, Jesus announces that he can help all of us who have lost our way and become stuck.  Jesus quietly shares with Thomas that he is the way; that he can and does show us how to get to the Kingdom of God .                                  

I think one of the greatest challenges we have as followers of Jesus, is to let him be our way….. To let him direct our thoughts and words and attitudes and actions…… To acknowledge him as Lord and Savior, and follow him, rather than try to make it on our own.

We’ve all been taught for so long that we have to make our own way in the world….. That it becomes all too easy for us to assume we’re in charge of our own destiny…. To assume we can do what we want, and act like we want, and walk north or south as we want….. And that everyone else will get out of our way…… That everyone else has to get out of our  way!              

Being a disciple comes with the expectation that we will believe and think and act differently.  Being a disciple is an invitation to view the world, and especially the lives of others as holy ground, and proceed accordingly.

How are we doing as individual disciples and as a faith community here at Central these days?  Are we moving among each other like we are letting Jesus show us the way…… Or are we acting more like Zax’s?!                    

The good news, the great news, is that Jesus never stops inviting us to see him as the way, and follow him on the way.  The good news, the great news, is that God built goodness and holiness into everyone of us…. Meaning that the holy ground of each other’s lives is always available.

Through the story of Moses and the burning bush in the book of Exodus, we learn that whenever we’re on holy ground we should take off our shoes as a sign of respect, as an act of gentleness and faithfulness.  What would happen if, as we leave here this morning, we mentally took of our shoes and walked around for the week to come as if we are on holy ground?  I can imagine that the Zax-like side of us will melt away…. And we will experience each other and the world very differently…. More like God wants us to, and expects us to.                                             

That’s our homework!

Amen!!!